Edwin Arlington Robinson
Edwin Arlington Robinson Poems
|163.||Ballad Of A Ship||1/3/2003|
|164.||Ballad Of Broken Flutes||1/3/2003|
|165.||Ballad By The Fire||1/3/2003|
|167.||Ballad Of Dead Friends||1/3/2003|
|170.||Another Dark Lady||1/3/2003|
|171.||An Old Story||1/3/2003|
|172.||The House On The Hill||1/3/2003|
|173.||Mr. Flood's Party||1/3/2003|
|174.||A Happy Man||1/3/2003|
Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored, and imperially slim.
And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
'Good-morning,' and he glittered when he walked.
And he was rich - yes, richer than a king -
And admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine, we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.
So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And went ...
Through the shine, through the rain
We have shared the day’s load;
To the old march again
We have tramped the long road;
We have laughed, we have cried,
And we’ve tossed the King’s crown;
We have fought, we have died,
And we’ve trod the day down.
So it’s lift the old song